The soft glow of her bedside lamp highlights her against the dark room but even from this distance, I can see every one of those goose bumps glazing her skin.
We continue to stand silent for what feels like hours, until the soft whisper of her nightgown falling to the floor shocks me back, like the first momentary sonic boom that fills the skies on a Fourth of July weekend. My eyes follow its descent, pausing at the lace covering her pussy.
Jesus, fuck, turn around, man.
I swallow past my hunger and try to will myself to leave, but fail when her fingers hook into the side of her lace panties.
“Mackenzie, don’t.” My warning comes out strangled, my resolve slipping, but it doesn’t stop her. She continues to undress, sliding her panties down her legs then stepping out of them, leaving her completely exposed to me.
She’s beautiful. Fucking perfect. Every fucking inch of her. But there’s an innocence to her. One touch, one taste is going to destroy me.
What the fuck is wrong with you, man? Go to her. Fucking take her.
“Darlin’,” I say with a heavy breath, forcing my eyes away from her naked body and back up to her face. Her pink, plump lips, swollen from our kisses, slightly part as she draws in a long breath.
“You’re making this really fucking hard to stay away.” My voice cracks as my gaze catches her hand sliding between her legs.
“If you’re not going to help me, then leave.” Her voice is barely a whisper as her finger slips between her pussy lips disappearing from view. And fuck it turns me on.
Before I realize what I’m doing, my legs carry me to her. Not giving it a second thought, I slap her hand away from her pussy and pull her naked body to me. She comes willingly, a small cry filling the room at my touch.
“Fuck,” I groan, knowing I’m close to losing control. “I need you to think this through, darlin’. Be real fucking sure, ‘cause once we start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” I tell her when her chest hits mine.
“I’ve never wanted anything more, Beau.” My name coming from her lips in a plea cancels out all my reservations, and before I can comprehend what’s happening, I have her on her back on the bed.
Pulling off my cut and shirt in record time, I flip the button of my jeans. Mackenzie comes up on her elbows and watches as I lose my jeans.
“Holy shit, you have it pierced.” She looks down at my cock, intrigue turning to wonder.
“I have two.” I point to the Apadravya piercing. The small barbell runs through the head of my penis. I then pull to show her the Frenum piercing on the underside of my cock.
“Did they hurt?” She bites her lip, her eyes not leaving the piercing.
“I survived. Had it done years ago.” She nods but doesn’t say anything.
“You keep looking at me like that and I don’t think I’ll last long,” I admit. Her inquisitive eyes move from my piercing up to my face and I realize it wouldn’t matter what way she looked at me. I’m wound up so fucking tight from not having my cock in a woman for God knows how long, I’m not going to last long regardless.
“Like what?” She looks back down at my cock and it bounces its own hello.
“Like you want to wrap your mouth around my dick and milk it dry,” I offer the visual, the picture playing out in my mind.
Yep, there is no way I’m going back on this, now.
“No one has ever spoken to me like this before.” Her teeth graze her bottom lip, and I don’t know if she’s afraid of me, or fucking turned on.
“You want me to stop talking to you this way?” I ask, placing a knee down on the bed and moving over her.
“I don’t think so.” She lays back, her dark hair spilling around her.
“You don’t think so? It’s a yes or no question, darlin’.” I keep my eyes on her, like I need to memorize every inch of her body.
“No,” she answers instantly.
“Then I won’t.” I lean down and circle her nipple with my tongue. Her hands glide back into my hair, pulling as I bite down.
She’s a responsive little thing. Just how I like it.
I switch to the second nipple, showing it the same amount of attention. Her tits aren’t huge, but they fit comfortably in my hand. Her rose-tipped nipples are on the larger size, and I have to control the urge to want to place nipple clamps on them.
Too soon, man.
Pushing the image out of my head, I focus on the soft little moans I pull from her as I continue to tease her swollen nipples with my teeth and tongue over and over.
“Yes,” she hisses between her teeth as her fingers tighten around my hair.
“You like that?”
She moans her reply and I pull back to admire my work. The creamy flesh is now covered in my marks. Nothing too crazy, but they’re there, and her nipples are more swollen than before. I press my lips against each nipple before kissing my way back up her neck.
“This is how we’re gonna play this, Mackenzie.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Tonight, I’ll do whatever it is you want. You’re running the show here.” I give her the one thing I don’t usually give. Control.
“But you said—” She looks up confused at what I’m offering and I quickly interrupt her.
“I know. And I will. Fuck me, I will have you tied and submitting to me, darlin’. But not yet. We do it this way, or no way.” I know what I told her and know what I like. But now that I have her under me naked and willing, I can’t stand the thought of pushing her away because she can’t handle it.
“Okay.” She nods before releasing a long breath. There’s no way she’s ready for what I want to give her.
“What do you like, baby?” I whisper my question against the shell of her ear and watch as goose bumps come back to surface over her skin.
“I like to be touched.” Her voice is husky, her tone desperate.
“Where do you want me to touch you? Show me.” I pull back and watch her hand slide down between her legs. “You want me to touch that pretty cunt of yours, darlin’?” Her fingers slip through her folds and her eyes roll back at my words.
“Yes.” Her back arches with each flick of her clit and I take a moment to enjoy the show. Mackenzie has always been beautiful to me, but this right here, her touching herself is fucking breathtaking.
“You want my fingers or my mouth.” I lick my lips. The very thought of tasting her, having her juices on my tongue drives me wild.
“Mouth.” Her hips start to roll in time with her finger and I quickly guide myself back to the edge of the bed. Her legs open wide, and I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my lips at just how eager she is.
“Fuck, baby. All this for me?” I dip my head low and breathe in her sweet scent. She’s wet, weeping with need, and my cock aches knowing I made her like this.
She doesn’t answer, her finger still working fast. So I take her small wrist in my hand and pin it to the bed.
“No.” A cry of displeasure tears from her lips, but I don’t let it deter me. She’s done touching. It’s my turn.
“I don’t want you coming too soon, darlin’.” I smirk at her pout. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you scream with my tongue.” I lower my face to her pink lips and slowly and painstakingly, glide my tongue from her opening to her swollen clit.
She lights up at the contact, her hips rising from the bed. Wanting to drive her wild, my hand finds her belly and I gently push her back down.
“Still,” I order, repeating the same action over. Her taste is sweet, with a hint of spice and fuck, if I could be drunk off it, I never ever want to be sober. Moving my tongue faster, I focus on her clit.
“Yes, there. Don’t move from there!” she calls out, pressing her hips into my face trying to lift for more friction.